Lashes fluttered against smooth brown skin.
Eyelids opened, giving view to the hidden golden eyes that seemingly encapsulated a mixture of dripping honey and captured sunbeams. As if they trapped every bit of ray of light within their mere shining irises. The simmering pools of amber fire in her eyes blinked, gazing at the ebony sky that loomed above. It cast a blanket of shadow beneath its lightless void, as if it stretched, clamoring to devour more.
The infinite darkness was scarcely pierced by scattered specks of light. Tiny crumbs of lanterns, stars gleaming with hope, to no avail. There was no competing with the suffocating dusk. Their glow was fleeting. Constellations familiar to her, and yet foreign from this new perspective.
Flames licked the above pool of embers in a sweet dance around her, emanating heat that splintered her soul with comforting warmth. In the moment of strange unknown, they were an old friend. They swarmed around her, buzzing like bees ready to please their queen.
Her fingers curled at her sides, tips stroking the slender tresses of grass besides her thighs. Soft dirt particles caressed her hands, escaping from the cracks between her fingers. The ground pulsed with pleasant essence; she felt its contentment as the green strands tilted towards her, as if the earth basked in her presence. It hummed its affection, reached out to connect with and gently soothe her energy.
There seemed to be an invisible string that pulled her to the surface of the earthen star. Her body felt heavy, as if it was a great feat and would require all of her strength to pick herself up from the ground. Gravity was a foreign force to the woman who lived her eternity in the freedom of the infinite cosmos. She felt stuck, trapped. Never had she before experienced a place amidst the cosmos in which she felt so constrained. She was grounded, like the roots of the foreign wildlife surrounding her.
With effort, a hand reached upwards, fingers outstretched to graze the cosmos, but she touched nothing but flitting air. Home was far away from her now. She was alone.
Her heart leapt to her throat, released by a choked sob; a despaired sound that wailed out all of her desolate feelings and misery. This, she now knew, was her curse: her entire existence. An eternal lifetime; eons of loneliness, agonizing emptiness, and to come was just more of the same.
A hotness foiled in her belly, mirroring the angry fire surrounding her. Growing intensely, it coursed through her veins like molten lava. There was a time when she was not so alone amidst the infinite cosmos. But it was a fleeting moment in eternity, swiped from her grasp almost as soon as she laid her eyes on it. A forever of misery and haunted memories of the past.
The flames enshrouding her flared, fueled by her innate rage. They pulsed with her grieving wails and wrathful roars. Embers of the sun, beckoning to their master's call. The inferno was rampant, wild as the woman they belonged to. They convulsed and pressed onwards, shredding their paths to burnt dust in a whirlwind of blaze.
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Wolf's Hearth
Werewolfin which the sun is a woman, and she vows to burn the children of the moon. - an interesting twist on traditional werewolf stories.